David Burton Richardson

A Sunny Day In Amroth - Poem by David Burton Richardson

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That Blue Violet haze of shimmering SunAnd rolling Sea of flickering DanceWith Golden Sand and rounded StoneThe Gulls pecking and stabbingAt long dead Fish and Stars that shine no moreAnd Crab like Bones in disused PoolsLine and litter the Sun drenched ShoreTiny Feet and tiny HandsProbe the round pebbled Stone of ages pastAnd Fossil Wood and Charcoal BranchLie like Tombs upon the SandRocks fall like fall they mustAnd Trees shake and tremble within the SkyGnarled Roots grasp the ephemeral SoilThe clutter clatter of peoples voiceRing out like joyous chordAnd Cornet White and China CupChink amongst the Pirates hoardAnd when its time for Sun to setThe Orange disc Dances upon the Fish Bone SeaAnd takes a bow for all to seeAnd Sun will rise and Sun will setUpon that Fish Bone Sea.